Number 1
When it happens it will
Still on the journey, self-imposed, emptiness is a friend.
Lonely, but not alone, as one we breath.
In & out, the fear in my mouth, swallow it, the truth and the lie.
A direct perception of reality is out of the question, but the answer lies in my spirit.
Why?
Well, how did this come to be?
I never met life.
I arrived too late, but it came back.
Yes indeed. Now I'm living and I want nothing.
Because having is the enemy.
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